S1E1 - Testing Boundaries

[Nira Said]

[Freighter Dock 6]

Taja watched as Rabolon tried to walk, but it wouldn't be safe for him to go all the way down to sickbay.

"Doctor Grippen to Station Ops. Requesting site to site transport for myself and Chief Rabolon. Freighter Dock Six to Sickbay."

[ {NPC} Lieutenant Commander Rabolon | Freighter Dock Six | Promenade | Deck Twelve]

Rabolon looked at Doctor Grippen and felt gratitude at the beam-out.

"I appreciate it very much, Doctor. Thank you so much," he said, laying down and waiting; truth be told, he definitely wasn't sure he would make it out too quickly with a crutch.

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Deck 6 - Science Lab 7] (earlier - prior to being called to the Dock)

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 6, Science Lab 7 | Outpost Solaere |

"œSo, weapons and recreational drugs," Fawkes said aloud but waited for the two lieutenants to end their conversation before fully interjecting. "œThat would seem more of a commodity for the black market. My question is, and I'm sure I'm not the first to ask this, but why transport them to the planet and not some awaiting ship?" Fawkes understood there could be a hundred reasons why the crates were diverted to the planet. The woman shrugged, turning her attention to Savar. "œI'm sure there is a logical explanation, but that is for others to discover." She shrugged and refocused on the beacon network, looking again for irregularities.

Torra had those same questions, along with a suspicion or two but this was neither the place, time nor person to discuss those with.

"I don't know, Ensign." she answered, "But I'm certain Commander Said is looking into that."

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 6, Science Lab 7 | Outpost Solaere |

Fawkes couldn't help but laugh at the odd similarity between her and Torra. "œLet's hope not," she said in reply to Addams' jest about her husband. She wondered how the Grazerite met her smuggler, as Charlotte's meeting with her late fiancÁ©e was atypical. The ensign then waved to the Lieutenant, who was called away.

As Torra made her way to the Docking Ring and the Romulan Freighter, she wondered at the similarities - and wondered if Fawkes' smuggler fiancÁ© also happened to change careers and join Starfleet.  The Fleet did tend to gather all sorts.

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Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Freighter Dock Four - Romulan Freighter]

[Deck 6]

The Romulan looked around, clearly outnumbered as the officers surrounded him.  There seemed to be a pretty high chance of getting shot, bulldozed over, or any number of things, but he still had a job to do. "œAlright, I will concede for now," he said, pretending to surrender.

[Commander Nira Said | Central Facilities | Deck One | Romulan Freighter]

Nira had to admit, she was just as surprised as Torra was upon seeing old Stryker tackle the old man. However, once he stood up and gave his surrender, she couldn't decide what she was more surprised by: His deciding to surrender, or the fact that, despite being old in terms of Romulan years, looked more winded by Stryker rather than injured. That, however, was upon first glance; now that she was getting a better look at him, she realized he was powerfully built for an old man, very tall, especially indicative in his muscular features.

There was no denying, however, that she recognized him on the spot.

"Good," she said. "I do hope that, especially with your illness - though there could be a grain of truth, given how you look - you'd be in better shape to come with us, Captain...or should I say, Praetor?"

"One hundred years in the darkness of Remus would do that to anybody," said Domitian with a scoff.

Nira only drew in closer with her phaser, the short barrel at his chin. She was appreciative of Dersch to have given Torra an spare weapon, as she had seen earlier, but her focus was now on the old man.

"So...we meet face to face," she said in quiet anger.

Domitian stared long and hard at Nira, studying her features so thoroughly, with his eyes, he might just be giving her an X-Ray treatment. Finally, he said, "Do I know you?"

"Starship Challenger. All three of you appeared before us, taunted us, showed us what happened around Earth on Frontier Day. You declared war, using the death of one of the Praetors as an excuse, decided on war of...what did you call us? The 'last of the Federation.' Well, I got news for you, old man. The Borg/Changeling plot failed. The fleet is strong as ever, and that means your so-called war isn't damn well likely to happen. Plus, you're looking at survivors of that attack," she added, nodding at Torra and Dersch, "so you'd best not piss them off."
[...]

"Stryker, Dersch,"[/color] she said, turning to the security officers, "Call for some officers and divide into two teams. Dersch, coordinate with T'Kal and evacuate her crew, get them up to Ops, they'll be safe up there. Stryker, apprehend the old man's entourage and stuff them in the brig. If you don't find room, confine them to quarters. Torra, you're with me; we're taking the old man to Ops and to Commander Garrison, we senior officers need to have words with him."

As Nira moved in closer to the captive Romulan, the Commander cut in front of Torra's phaser aim, forcing the Grazerite to redirect the phaser to the ground.   Then she watched with a frown as Nira held her phaser on the Romulan right to his face in threat.  A point blank phaser shot to the head on heavy stun was enough to kill most humanoids.   Once more Torra was appalled by what she was seeing Starfleet personnel do.   The threat made Nira seem no better than the thugs they had stopped.   And worse, this was her dear friend doing it!

Torra silently tried to reach out to Nira, knowing of her friends empathy, urging her to calm herself and be better than this.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem like Nira had her attention focused on Torra, despite pointing her out to the Romulan - again in threat - as if Torra would be the one to harm him.  The Grazerite wanted to walk away then.   This was not the friend she knew.   She didn't leave though.  She had been given a task to do and it wasn't over.

Torra felt nauseated by what she'd heard and seen and therefore was relieved that she wasn't being asked to remain and help with more of the apprehension of the smugglers, though she worried about their humane treatment at the hands of the security team with her not there to advocate for proper Security protocol and prisoner handling.  "Yes, Commander."

Not being a security officer, Torra didn't have restraints to hold the Romulan so she looked to Dersch for assistance.
"Can you please secure the Praetor for me? Hands at his back."

With that done, Torra took possession of the prisoner on his right side, gripping his arm firmly - noticing then that he wasn't as frail as she first believed him to be.   Perhaps he could have withstood the tackle, but the point was he shouldn't have had to.   "Walk this way, Praetor."

[J.B Dersch]

[ lt. Sven Aune | Freighter Dock Four >- Central Facilities | Promenade Deck Twelve >- Deck One | Outpost Solaere >- Romulan Freighter]

It was always something. Sven made his way back to the freighter dock. Cmd. Said had given them orders to follow her, which Sven dutifully complied.

They made their way into the Romulan ship and overheard a grand ol' conspiracy. Obviously there was a crime ring going on. But the places mentioned were unknown and foreign. He felt annoyed that he hadn't spent more time preparing for the post. No matter.

They listened for a bit, and finally Said gave the order to drop them. Dersch popped up and nailed on of the three guards. Sven followed suit, fell another, but without incident. A shot grazed against his broad chest ripping the shirt. Blood oozed from the slashed wound, but he ignored the pain. Besides, pain was good. Pain was growth.

He made a bull rush for the king pin, launched off the balls of his feet in a diving tackle. Hopefully he would connect and get an anti-transport tag on this guy.

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Freighter Dock Four - Romulan Freighter]

Torra saw fury in the eyes of the large security officer she had intercepted and she braced for an attack should he have as little control as she believed he had.   She dipped her horns, ready to meet any further aggressive action head on.  "Yes, we most certainly will." His attention however diverted towards the elderly Romulan, who Torra suspected was being dealt with by Nira.

She snorted.  She intended to write him up for inappropriate use of force.  In addition, their orders had been to deal with the guards only, then that meant the Commander wanted the lead Romulan herself.  The man's actions were out of line with his orders.

Torra knew Nira was an expert fighter and could handle a single Romulan in their prime.  An elder would be no problem for the woman.  However, as backup, Torra dialed down her phaser to normal stun and aimed it towards the elderly Romulan, in case he should attempt something that Nira was not prepared for.

[Commander Nira Said | Central Facilities | Deck One | Romulan Freighter]

Nira had to admit, she was just as surprised as Torra was upon seeing old Stryker tackle the old man. However, once he stood up and gave his surrender, she couldn't decide what she was more surprised by: His deciding to surrender, or the fact that, despite being old in terms of Romulan years, looked more winded by Stryker rather than injured. That, however, was upon first glance; now that she was getting a better look at him, she realized he was powerfully built for an old man, very tall, especially indicative in his muscular features.

There was no denying, however, that she recognized him on the spot.

"Good," she said. "I do hope that, especially with your illness - though there could be a grain of truth, given how you look - you'd be in better shape to come with us, Captain...or should I say, Praetor?"

"One hundred years in the darkness of Remus would do that to anybody," said Domitian with a scoff.

Nira only drew in closer with her phaser, the short barrel at his chin. She was appreciative of Dersch to have given Torra an spare weapon, as she had seen earlier, but her focus was now on the old man.

"So...we meet face to face," she said in quiet anger.

Domitian stared long and hard at Nira, studying her features so thoroughly, with his eyes, he might just be giving her an X-Ray treatment. Finally, he said, "Do I know you?"

"Starship Challenger. All three of you appeared before us, taunted us, showed us what happened around Earth on Frontier Day. You declared war, using the death of one of the Praetors as an excuse, decided on war of...what did you call us? The 'last of the Federation.' Well, I got news for you, old man. The Borg/Changeling plot failed. The fleet is strong as ever, and that means your so-called war isn't damn well likely to happen. Plus, you're looking at survivors of that attack," she added, nodding at Torra and Dersch, "so you'd best not piss them off."

Domitian raised his eyebrows in interest now. "Ah. The First Officer of the Challenger. And the girl Nirreen told us so much about. I thought you looked familiar."

Nira hissed in scorn. There was no doubt that, if they could, they would take it out with each other. Despite his age, Domitian could likely give Nira a challenge. There were some extremely brief spasms in which he wanted to attack - and there could be no doubt his powerful build could do it - but at the same time, she wondered if the old man was having something up his sleeve.

"So...what interest does criminal contraband have to a Romulan Praetor?" asked Nira.

"I'm not here as a Praetor of the Triumvirate," said Domitian smoothly. "I'm here as one of the...how would it be commonly put? '...bosses' among the Orion Syndicate. A means of owing them a favor."

"And you must be in league with members of the Federation who really are criminals, are you?" asked Nira.

"Politics and cultural differences may divide us, but business is more unifying."

"I do wish all Romulans had that same fervor in terms of reunification," retorted Nira.

Now it was Domitian's turn to hiss in scorn, and it was certainly louder than usual, and his mostly neutral expression, despite his dangerous eyes, was marred by an ugly curl of his lip, his eyes looking more dangerous, and Nira had a flash of memory blowing from him: a young, healthy Romulan being led away by uhlans as another young Romulan looked on. She shook aside the memory, though she was sure she recognized Domitian when he was young, and focused on the present. He spoke not, but he spoke volumes: "Don't talk to me about Reunification."

"Stryker, Dersch," she said, turning to the security officers, "Call for some officers and divide into two teams. Dersch, coordinate with T'Kal and evacuate her crew, get them up to Ops, they'll be safe up there. Stryker, apprehend the old man's entourage and stuff them in the brig. If you don't find room, confine them to quarters. Torra, you're with me; we're taking the old man to Ops and to Commander Garrison, we senior officers need to have words with him."

[ Lt JG JB Dersch | Outpost Solaere - Freighter Dock Four | Romulan Freighter]

As Dersch observed Torra's swift and powerful tackle against Aune, his facial expression shifted from a calm demeanor to one of utter frustration and anger, creating a look that could only be described as "damn" as Aune hurled Torra back. Okay Dude, We will need to take.

"œYou an' I will "˜ave a little chit chat later." Dersch was close enough to hear this. Now Dersch was done. "Lt.Aune! After this is over, My Office, We need to have  Little Chit..Chat" Dersch told the Lt., Mimicking the Lt.s Demanor

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"Starship Challenger. All three of you appeared before us, taunted us, showed us what happened around Earth on Frontier Day. You declared war, using the death of one of the Praetors as an excuse, decided on war of...what did you call us? The 'last of the Federation.' Well, I got news for you, old man. The Borg/Changeling plot failed. The fleet is strong as ever, and that means your so-called war isn't damn well likely to happen. Plus, you're looking at survivors of that attack," she added, nodding at Torra and Dersch, "so you'd best not piss them off."

Dersch looked to the Pale-looking Romulan or Reman, It didn't matter. So This prick knew...

"Stryker, Dersch," she said, turning to the security officers, "Call for some officers and divide into two teams. Dersch, coordinate with T'Kal and evacuate her crew, get them up to Ops, they'll be safe up there. Stryker, apprehend the old man's entourage and stuff them in the brig. If you don't find room, confine them to quarters. Torra, you're with me; we're taking the old man to Ops and to Commander Garrison, we senior officers need to have words with him."

Dersch stood a bit taller, Stil pissed. "Yes Mam, Mr Aune, Qucikly get a change of uniform before you begin, Can't have you half striped, Walking around here." And then quickly tapped his comm badge.

"Dersch to All Available Security Personal, Please Report to Docking Bay 4...Dersch to Medical, Standby for possible Causiltes"

[Charlotte Fawkes]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Deck 6 - Science Lab 7] (earlier - prior to being called to the Dock)

Torra had those same questions, along with a suspicion or two but this was neither the place, time nor person to discuss those with.

"I don't know, Ensign." she answered, "But I'm certain Commander Said is looking into that."

As Torra made her way to the Docking Ring and the Romulan Freighter, she wondered at the similarities - and wondered if Fawkes' smuggler fiancÁ© also happened to change careers and join Starfleet.  The Fleet did tend to gather all sorts.

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 6, Science Lab 7 | Outpost Solaere |

"œUnderstood, Lieutenant," replied Charlotte. Her eyes never left the network, but Fawkes was a scientist and used to questioning out loud, even if it meant stepping out of line. Answering life's questions was why Starfleet existed. Right? The recruitment literature seemed to indicate as much.

Watching Torra and Savar leave the lab, Fawkes again found herself alone. She continued to watch the beacon network, still curious as to the intent of the smugglers. For the time being, Char found her commonality with Torra interesting. Both had fallen for smugglers. Fawkes hoped the Grazerite was happy with her husband. Anything would be better than a mere memory, which was all Charlotte had left of the woman she loved.

[Stryker]

[lt. Sven Aune| Central Facilities | Deck One | Romulan Freighter]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Deck 6 - Science Lab 7]
She snorted.  "Yes, we most certainly will."  She intended to write him up for inappropriate use of force.  In addition, their orders had been to deal with the guards only, then that meant the Commander wanted the lead Romulan herself.  The man's actions were out of line with his orders.

Torra knew Nira was an expert fighter and could handle a single Romulan in their prime.  An elder would be no problem for the woman.  However, as backup, Torra dialed down her phaser to normal stun and aimed it towards the elderly Romulan, in case he should attempt something that Nira was not prepared for.

Sven realized that these people didn't know him. His old crew on the Athena have well dispersed. When he meant a chit chat, regardless of his feelings, they knew that he wanted to understand what was going on and why they made the decisions they did. Sure he was pissed, but the feeling would pass.
He took a deep breath, checked his temper and addressed the horned woman. "Be sure to bring your coffee mug. There is a lot to unpack here." his attention was nabbed by an irate Dersch.

[ Lt JG JB Dersch | Outpost Solaere - Freighter Dock Four | Romulan Freighter]

"œYou an' I will "˜ave a little chit chat later." Dersch was close enough to hear this. Now Dersch was done. "Lt.Aune! After this is over, My Office, We need to have  Little Chit..Chat" Dersch told the Lt., Mimicking the Lt's Demanor

Sven acknowledge his commanding officers order. "Yes sir." he said pointedly. Then Nira gave her orders after she had addressed the Romulan.

[Commander Nira Said | Central Facilities | Deck One | Romulan Freighter]

"Stryker, Dersch," she said, turning to the security officers, "Call for some officers and divide into two teams. Dersch, coordinate with T'Kal and evacuate her crew, get them up to Ops, they'll be safe up there. Stryker, apprehend the old man's entourage and stuff them in the brig. If you don't find room, confine them to quarters. Torra, you're with me; we're taking the old man to Ops and to Commander Garrison, we senior officers need to have words with him."

It appeared they had some history, and from the sounds of it, it intertwined a bit. He acknowledged her. But there was a problem, the Brig was at capacity, and he hated using quarters as a jail. To many things can go wrong when criminals had access to basic functions, terminals, even replicators.

"Come with me." He said, as he cuffed the each individuals hands behind their backs. He gave them basic orders, "March." He didn't know how he was going to make this work. He still didn't have access codes and clearance. Well, he was a combat engineer, and he did thrive when it came to problem solving on the fly.

[Nira Said]

[Commander Nira Said | Central Facilities >- Ops | Deck One >- Deck One | Romulan Freighter >- Outpost Solaere]

Nira could feel Torra reaching out to her as she jabbed her phaser at Domitian. She was too focused on him to acknowledge Torra's emotions. Now, as she led the old man off, she finally got that attention, and she was feeling guilty. She felt a need to explain, but with the old man around her, she couldn't make her voice heard, and she was sure Torra would be disturbed by a telepathic message.

As they walked, Nira got her chance when she picked up a PADD in passing. As she typed, she said to Torra, "I may need to have you look over these items in regards to the situation here."

She was aware Domitian, cooperative as he was, could hear them; his head did turn a bit back toward them. At the turbolift, Nira finished typing, ordered "Ops," and handed the PADD to Torra with her message:

Torra,

I want to apologize for the behavior I displayed. It's just that I have had dealings with these Praetors and their underlings, especially during Frontier Day. And I apologize if I'm taking a heavy approach to these criminals, if I'm too aggressive. Even if I have not been there at Frontier Day, I feel deep down that I am angry at how badly threatened and vulnerable the Federation has become, and even amidst all this, after all that has happened, to find there's criminal activity and corruption here at Ciden...I may need to explain further in detail later.

On a quicker note, I apologize for not getting you a phaser earlier; T'Kal's crew was in trouble, and Domitian's people could've overheard us. I didn't want to give us away.

On top of that, Nira gave a soft expression of apology at Torra, ensuring the old man wasn't looking at her. Upon arriving at Ops, she took on her more serious on-duty demeanor.

"Commander Garrison," she said to Kinley. "You're not going to believe what we discovered trying to make off with the contraband. This is Domitian, one of the three Praetors of their so-called New Romulan Empire."

Domitian now turned around to look at Nira and Torra. His eyes were hard and cold; Nira would not be surprised if his eyes started shooting icicles or frosty wind.

"And according to him," Nira continued, glaring back at Domitian, locking eye contact, "he's actually here as a crime lord from the Orion Syndicate to fetch his booty."

[Nira Said]

[lt. Sven Aune| Central Facilities | Deck One | Romulan Freighter]

Sven realized that these people didn't know him. His old crew on the Athena have well dispersed. When he meant a chit chat, regardless of his feelings, they knew that he wanted to understand what was going on and why they made the decisions they did. Sure he was pissed, but the feeling would pass.
He took a deep breath, checked his temper and addressed the horned woman. "Be sure to bring your coffee mug. There is a lot to unpack here." his attention was nabbed by an irate Dersch.

Sven acknowledge his commanding officers order. "Yes sir." he said pointedly. Then Nira gave her orders after she had addressed the Romulan.

It appeared they had some history, and from the sounds of it, it intertwined a bit. He acknowledged her. But there was a problem, the Brig was at capacity, and he hated using quarters as a jail. To many things can go wrong when criminals had access to basic functions, terminals, even replicators.

"Come with me." He said, as he cuffed the each individuals hands behind their backs. He gave them basic orders, "March." He didn't know how he was going to make this work. He still didn't have access codes and clearance. Well, he was a combat engineer, and he did thrive when it came to problem solving on the fly.

[ Lt JG JB Dersch | Outpost Solaere - Freighter Dock Four | Romulan Freighter]

As Dersch observed Torra's swift and powerful tackle against Aune, his facial expression shifted from a calm demeanor to one of utter frustration and anger, creating a look that could only be described as "damn" as Aune hurled Torra back. Okay Dude, We will need to take.

"œYou an' I will "˜ave a little chit chat later." Dersch was close enough to hear this. Now Dersch was done. "Lt.Aune! After this is over, My Office, We need to have  Little Chit..Chat" Dersch told the Lt., Mimicking the Lt.s Demanor

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Dersch looked to the Pale-looking Romulan or Reman, It didn't matter. So This prick knew...

Dersch stood a bit taller, Stil pissed. "Yes Mam, Mr Aune, Qucikly get a change of uniform before you begin, Can't have you half striped, Walking around here." And then quickly tapped his comm badge.

"Dersch to All Available Security Personal, Please Report to Docking Bay 4...Dersch to Medical, Standby for possible Causiltes"

[ {NPC} Subcommander T'Kal |  Freighter Dock Four | Romulan Freighter]

Once Dersch's Security colleagues came and gave the freighter crew protection, T'Kal nodded in gratitude at Mister Dersch.

"Mister Dersch, my thanks," she said. "And I admire how you kept a cool head against Domitian. He's not a man to be trifled with, and it takes a brave man to stand up against him. And Mister Aune, amazing at how you caught him by surprise, not many can surprise him like that, I was expecting him to fight back; he's a dangerous man who had lived in exile in the darkness of Remus, he would be exceptionally strong..."

[En route...]

As Domitian's people were being escorted away, one of them at the rear broke away, taking advantage of a passing crowd of Orions. He looked carefully around and slunk among the crowds in the Promenade...he needed a plan...

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 6, Science Lab 7 | Outpost Solaere |

"œUnderstood, Lieutenant," replied Charlotte. Her eyes never left the network, but Fawkes was a scientist and used to questioning out loud, even if it meant stepping out of line. Answering life's questions was why Starfleet existed. Right? The recruitment literature seemed to indicate as much.

Watching Torra and Savar leave the lab, Fawkes again found herself alone. She continued to watch the beacon network, still curious as to the intent of the smugglers. For the time being, Char found her commonality with Torra interesting. Both had fallen for smugglers. Fawkes hoped the Grazerite was happy with her husband. Anything would be better than a mere memory, which was all Charlotte had left of the woman she loved.

[ {NPC} Lieutenant Savar | Science Lab Seven | Deck Six | Outpost Solaere]

Some time later, Savar was back. He arrived a bit late and was in time to see Nira and Torra escorting...was that Domitian, one of the Praetors of the New Romulan Empire? A telepathic flash from Nira gave him a brief summary of what happened. He looked in and saw security officers discuss with some Romulans and arresting others - Domitian's men, no doubt. Deciding he was no longer needed, he returned to the science lab.

"Ensign Fawkes," he said. "I'm back. We had a situation below; some people from the Orion Syndicate had arrived to try to make off with the contraband, but were stopped in time.

"I was wondering," he added to her, "something's bothering me: What the contents of those moved crates consisted of. We better check out the beacons and see if we can, through our sensors, see what the crates contain."

[Lindsey]

Turbo lift  |   Between decks

Computer stop!

The turbolift hummed to a stop and sat there between desks 7 & 8.  She liked turbolift computers, they didn't ask silly questions like "why have you stopped".  They just sat there with the others going around them until there was either a blockage or a shortage.

Romulans...  Why did there have to be blasted effing Romulans here.
Romulans are, according to the treaty of...
Computer, shut up  Ok, they did answer rhetorical questions sometimes

She slid to the floor and drummed her fingers with irritation. the deck panel making a hollow metallic sound beneath her.
Too big to borrow, (and I can't stand their replicators).  Impractical to destroy (and it'd damage the station).  No access to sabotage (security might notice a pile of grenades walking past).  Wouldn't want to bribe (here's some Latnum, please explode yourselves?).

Her brow furrows in thought and she jabs her fingers to her temples trying to push a thought to the forefront.  It doesn't help and she stops as a headache starts to develop.

Turbolift required on deck 10
Faelirh ch'susse-thrai she utters (cursing in Romulan)

The turbolift hummed back into motion and she was just about able to get up and sensible looking before the door slid open onto the Promenade.
There was of course - no one there
hnaev

resigning herself to the universe in general - she sulked off towards the outer rings and one of her less than official quarters to sulk and consider.

[Feeva Drylo]

Feeva nodded once.

That's a relief.  He"˜s generally  really good, but I haven't gotten around to updating him with where he's supposed to go, and well"¦ Today hasn't been the best  to do that...Let me know if she'd ever like a playdate with him. Steve loves kids and playing with them. It's really adorable.

"I imagine not," she said, with a light chuckle. "We will be happy to come meet Steve on a day when it's not so...busy," she said. "I best get back to Medical, it's all hands down there. You'll be glad to know that no one has died today, at least, so that's good," she said. She turned to leave, and then turned back. "Just in case no one told you, you're doing fine," she said, thoughtfully, before showing herself out. -------------------------------Back in Sickbay...Feeva hurried in. "I have returned from returning the holo-lizard!" She said, taking a hypospray gun from a medic, and going back to work.
"Where is Dr. Grippen?" She looked around for the woman.

So much for a shakedown.

[Kela Nelois]

"Stryker, Dersch,"[/color] she said, turning to the security officers, "Call for some officers and divide into two teams. Dersch, coordinate with T'Kal and evacuate her crew, get them up to Ops, they'll be safe up there. Stryker, apprehend the old man's entourage and stuff them in the brig. If you don't find room, confine them to quarters. Torra, you're with me; we're taking the old man to Ops and to Commander Garrison, we senior officers need to have words with him."

"Come with me." He said, as he cuffed the each individuals hands behind their backs. He gave them basic orders, "March." He didn't know how he was going to make this work. He still didn't have access codes and clearance. Well, he was a combat engineer, and he did thrive when it came to problem solving on the fly.

[Ensign Kela Nelois - Outpost Solaere Main Ops]

Ensign Nelois was sitting at main ops. Handling the system like this was calming for him. He only arrived at the station less then a week ago and it appeared the station was still going through its growing pains but sitting at ops simply having to make sure things arrived on schedule, people and equipment was arriving when it needed and only occassionally having to step away and handle things personally allowed him to acclimate to Starfleet rules and regulations as he trained. He quickly tapped a console button granting site to site transport access before turning back to his console and in a soft voice speaking, "Starship Rocinante please standby for departure. All ships are temporarily grounded until further notice." he sent the message away and when he recieved their confirmation he filed it for his report.

He was about to turn to another task when he heard the hiss of the doors opening and his XO and a few security officers bring in a man. The emotions were strong, anger, apprehension, triumph. Analysing it in his mind made him feel it wasn't wise to speak up and so simply pressed a button letting his Commanding Officer know that the Commander had arrived with a Romulan. Before turning back to his work.

It appeared they had some history, and from the sounds of it, it intertwined a bit. He acknowledged her. But there was a problem, the Brig was at capacity, and he hated using quarters as a jail. To many things can go wrong when criminals had access to basic functions, terminals, even replicators.

Kela saw the transfer order on his ops console and after confirming with the Chief of Security quickly found some rooms close to security but small and with only minimal services. He forwarded the rooms to security as a possible place to put prisoners temporarily in case of overflow also informing them he can cut whatever services they'll need. Eventually finding himself with a free moment he took advantage of it and quickly went to a replicator to make some coffee and a sandwich before sitting back down at his desk and getting back to work...

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Docking Ring Four - Romulan Freighter >>  Turbolift >>  Deck One - Operations Center]

[Commander Nira Said | Central Facilities >- Ops | Deck One >- Deck One | Romulan Freighter >- Outpost Solaere]

Nira could feel Torra reaching out to her as she jabbed her phaser at Domitian. She was too focused on him to acknowledge Torra's emotions. Now, as she led the old man off, she finally got that attention, and she was feeling guilty. She felt a need to explain, but with the old man around her, she couldn't make her voice heard, and she was sure Torra would be disturbed by a telepathic message.

As they walked, Nira got her chance when she picked up a PADD in passing. As she typed, she said to Torra, "I may need to have you look over these items in regards to the situation here."

She was aware Domitian, cooperative as he was, could hear them; his head did turn a bit back toward them. At the turbolift, Nira finished typing, ordered "Ops," and handed the PADD to Torra with her message:

Torra,

I want to apologize for the behavior I displayed. It's just that I have had dealings with these Praetors and their underlings, especially during Frontier Day. And I apologize if I'm taking a heavy approach to these criminals, if I'm too aggressive. Even if I have not been there at Frontier Day, I feel deep down that I am angry at how badly threatened and vulnerable the Federation has become, and even amidst all this, after all that has happened, to find there's criminal activity and corruption here at Ciden...I may need to explain further in detail later.

On a quicker note, I apologize for not getting you a phaser earlier; T'Kal's crew was in trouble, and Domitian's people could've overheard us. I didn't want to give us away.

On top of that, Nira gave a soft expression of apology at Torra, ensuring the old man wasn't looking at her. Upon arriving at Ops, she took on her more serious on-duty demeanor.

"Commander Garrison," she said to Kinley. "You're not going to believe what we discovered trying to make off with the contraband. This is Domitian, one of the three Praetors of their so-called New Romulan Empire."

Domitian now turned around to look at Nira and Torra. His eyes were hard and cold; Nira would not be surprised if his eyes started shooting icicles or frosty wind.

"And according to him," Nira continued, glaring back at Domitian, locking eye contact, "he's actually here as a crime lord from the Orion Syndicate to fetch his booty."

Torra kept alert as escorted the captive Romulan towards the turbolift.  She dutifully nodded at Nira's order to look over some details which Nira was typing onto a PADD.  The Grazerite recognized that whatever it was, Nira didn't want it said in front of the Romulan.   When she was handed the PADD as they stepped into the turbolift, Torra  released her grip on the old and took a step behind him so that as she read the PADD he would still be in her sights.  She assumed Nira would also be watchful of their captive.

From the first sentence Torra realized this was personal message of apology for Nira's behaviour.  The Grazerite was surprised but also rather relieved.  Given the speed of the lift Torra didn't have time to read the entire message but she skimmed and at the end she glanced over towards her friend.   She noted the soft apologetic expression which Torra answered with a gentle nod of her own. Of course, Torra would forgive her best friend - and when it was more appropriate, Torra would speak to Nira and try helping her in letting go of the anger.

As the neared the top, Torra cleared the message from the PADD and handed it back, before resuming her place at the Romulan's side holding onto his bicep firmly.  When the lift doors opened, the Grazerite ushered the elderly Romulan out and off to the side, where he would not have good view of any of the Ops consoles.

[Ensign Kela Nelois - Outpost Solaere Main Ops]

Ensign Nelois was sitting at main ops. Handling the system like this was calming for him. He only arrived at the station less then a week ago and it appeared the station was still going through its growing pains but sitting at ops simply having to make sure things arrived on schedule, people and equipment was arriving when it needed and only occassionally having to step away and handle things personally allowed him to acclimate to Starfleet rules and regulations as he trained. He quickly tapped a console button granting site to site transport access before turning back to his console and in a soft voice speaking, "Starship Rocinante please standby for departure. All ships are temporarily grounded until further notice." he sent the message away and when he recieved their confirmation he filed it for his report.

He was about to turn to another task when he heard the hiss of the doors opening and his XO and a few security officers bring in a man. The emotions were strong, anger, apprehension, triumph. Analysing it in his mind made him feel it wasn't wise to speak up and so simply pressed a button letting his Commanding Officer know that the Commander had arrived with a Romulan. Before turning back to his work.

Kela saw the transfer order on his ops console and after confirming with the Chief of Security quickly found some rooms close to security but small and with only minimal services. He forwarded the rooms to security as a possible place to put prisoners temporarily in case of overflow also informing them he can cut whatever services they'll need. Eventually finding himself with a free moment he took advantage of it and quickly went to a replicator to make some coffee and a sandwich before sitting back down at his desk and getting back to work...

Torra had left her Ops station nearly 4 hours ago filling the role of security to escort out the three disgruntled civilian leaders; now she was returning with yet another under her guard - this time a Romulan.  If it wasn't for the fact that she'd met a new friend, she might have thought was a rather bad day.

The Grazerite looked over towards her station and was glad to see that Ensign Nelois was the one that. had been assigned to fill her spot.  From his personnel file, Torra knew he was the most capable Ops officer in her department.  He had more years of experience than she'd been alive!  Civilian experience... but experience nonetheless.

She smiled slight towards him at hearing his call for Commander Garrison.

Torra remained alert while Nira updated Commander Garrison on who their captive was.

Nira choice of words seemed intentionally instigating, especially when she used the term 'so-called' to describe the Romulan's empire.  Nira had struck a nerve with that, to the point that the Romulan reacted and glanced to both Nira and herself with a cold glare.   After a moment Torra noted that the Nira an he had locked eyes; so the Grazerite, at his side gave his arm a slight tug to draw his attention away from the Commander.  "Eyes forward." she ordered firmly.

[Dr Taja Grippen]

[ {NPC} Lieutenant Commander Rabolon | Freighter Dock Six | Promenade | Deck Twelve]

Rabolon looked at Doctor Grippen and felt gratitude at the beam-out.

"I appreciate it very much, Doctor. Thank you so much," he said, laying down and waiting; truth be told, he definitely wasn't sure he would make it out too quickly with a crutch.

Feeva nodded once.

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[/size]"I imagine not," she said, with a light chuckle. "We will be happy to come meet Steve on a day when it's not so...busy," she said. "I best get back to Medical, it's all hands down there. You'll be glad to know that no one has died today, at least, so that's good," she said. She turned to leave, and then turned back. "Just in case no one told you, you're doing fine," she said, thoughtfully, before showing herself out. -------------------------------Back in Sickbay...Feeva hurried in. "I have returned from returning the holo-lizard!" She said, taking a hypospray gun from a medic, and going back to work. [size=78%]
[/size]"Where is Dr. Grippen?" She looked around for the woman. [size=78%]

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[Sickbay]

Now back in sickbay, Taja had placed Chief of Security Rabolon on one of the primary biobeds to run further scans and begin his treatment. She heard Feeva return to after her lizard-errand and called her over, "I'm here, we have a new patient. Chief Rabolon. Multiple disruptor wounds."

With Rabolon still administered with sufficient painkiller, and appearing stable for the time being, Taja began to run scans of the chief's body to get the full extent of his injuries.

"Don't worry, Chief. We'll have you fixed up in no time. Just relax."

[J.B Dersch]

[ {NPC} Subcommander T'Kal |  Freighter Dock Four | Romulan Freighter]

Once Dersch's Security colleagues came and gave the freighter crew protection, T'Kal nodded in gratitude at Mister Dersch.

"Mister Dersch, my thanks," she said. "And I admire how you kept a cool head against Domitian. He's not a man to be trifled with, and it takes a brave man to stand up against him. And Mister Aune, amazing at how you caught him by surprise, not many can surprise him like that, I was expecting him to fight back; he's a dangerous man who had lived in exile in the darkness of Remus, he would be exceptionally strong..."

[ Lt JG JB Dersch | Outpost Solaere - Freighter Dock Four | Romulan Freighter]

"Mister Dersch, my thanks," she said. "And I admire how you kept a cool head against Domitian. He's not a man to be trifled with, and it takes a brave man to stand up against him. And Mister Aune, amazing at how you caught him by surprise, not many can surprise him like that, I was expecting him to fight back; he's a dangerous man who had lived in exile in the darkness of Remus, he would be exceptionally strong..."

Dersch nodded at T'Kal. "I have been in badder situations than this, Before Starfleet I ran a Secuirty Ship, So I have been in bigger piles of sh** than this." Dersch watched as more Secuirty showed up.

"We need to get the Crew of the ship off and too Ops, For safety" Dersch ordered quickly.

Then he went back to T'Kal. "Let that Pale Basterd try something, I have had my nerves pushed too far today, Damn Simple Rundowmn turns into a damn Possible Starfleet officers committing treason, then Romulans coming back working for a Pirate sh((" Dersch sighed.

"T'Kal, Is there anything we should be aware of, Any more Hostiles on board? Emenys that would want to cut us, Shoot us, Murder us?" Dersch asked. He wanted to know if he should hunt.

[Charlotte Fawkes]

[ {NPC} Lieutenant Savar | Science Lab Seven | Deck Six | Outpost Solaere]

Some time later, Savar was back. He arrived a bit late and was in time to see Nira and Torra escorting...was that Domitian, one of the Praetors of the New Romulan Empire? A telepathic flash from Nira gave him a brief summary of what happened. He looked in and saw security officers discuss with some Romulans and arresting others - Domitian's men, no doubt. Deciding he was no longer needed, he returned to the science lab.

"Ensign Fawkes," he said. "I'm back. We had a situation below; some people from the Orion Syndicate had arrived to try to make off with the contraband, but were stopped in time.

"I was wondering," he added to her, "something's bothering me: What the contents of those moved crates consisted of. We better check out the beacons and see if we can, through our sensors, see what the crates contain."

| Ensign Fawkes | Science Officer | Deck 6, Science Lab 7 | Outpost Solaere |

"œUnderstood, Lieutenant. One moment." While monitoring the beacon network, Charlotte selected the crates through the console and scanned for the contents. With all the fuss, she expected more weapons or possibly explosives. Instead, Fawkes received an unexpected surprise. "œAlcohol, Lt. Savar. It seems the Romulans have taken up the old Earth custom of bootlegging, though there's not much that I would call illegal. It's mostly Romulan ale."

[Kinley Garrison]

Feeva nodded once.

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[/size]"I imagine not," she said, with a light chuckle. "We will be happy to come meet Steve on a day when it's not so...busy," she said. "I best get back to Medical, it's all hands down there. You'll be glad to know that no one has died today, at least, so that's good," she said. She turned to leave, and then turned back. "Just in case no one told you, you're doing fine," she said, thoughtfully, before showing herself out.

[Ensign Kela Nelois - Outpost Solaere Main Ops]

Ensign Nelois was sitting at main ops. Handling the system like this was calming for him. He only arrived at the station less then a week ago and it appeared the station was still going through its growing pains but sitting at ops simply having to make sure things arrived on schedule, people and equipment was arriving when it needed and only occassionally having to step away and handle things personally allowed him to acclimate to Starfleet rules and regulations as he trained. He quickly tapped a console button granting site to site transport access before turning back to his console and in a soft voice speaking, "Starship Rocinante please standby for departure. All ships are temporarily grounded until further notice." he sent the message away and when he recieved their confirmation he filed it for his report.

He was about to turn to another task when he heard the hiss of the doors opening and his XO and a few security officers bring in a man. The emotions were strong, anger, apprehension, triumph. Analysing it in his mind made him feel it wasn't wise to speak up and so simply pressed a button letting his Commanding Officer know that the Commander had arrived with a Romulan. Before turning back to his work.
Kela saw the transfer order on his ops console and after confirming with the Chief of Security quickly found some rooms close to security but small and with only minimal services. He forwarded the rooms to security as a possible place to put prisoners temporarily in case of overflow also informing them he can cut whatever services they'll need. Eventually finding himself with a free moment he took advantage of it and quickly went to a replicator to make some coffee and a sandwich before sitting back down at his desk and getting back to work...

Lieutenant Danjar-Torra Addams
[Outpost Solaere - Docking Ring Four - Romulan Freighter >>  Turbolift >>  Deck One - Operations Center]

Torra kept alert as escorted the captive Romulan towards the turbolift.  She dutifully nodded at Nira's order to look over some details which Nira was typing onto a PADD.  The Grazerite recognized that whatever it was, Nira didn't want it said in front of the Romulan.   When she was handed the PADD as they stepped into the turbolift, Torra  released her grip on the old and took a step behind him so that as she read the PADD he would still be in her sights.  She assumed Nira would also be watchful of their captive.

From the first sentence Torra realized this was personal message of apology for Nira's behaviour.  The Grazerite was surprised but also rather relieved.  Given the speed of the lift Torra didn't have time to read the entire message but she skimmed and at the end she glanced over towards her friend.   She noted the soft apologetic expression which Torra answered with a gentle nod of her own. Of course, Torra would forgive her best friend - and when it was more appropriate, Torra would speak to Nira and try helping her in letting go of the anger.

As the neared the top, Torra cleared the message from the PADD and handed it back, before resuming her place at the Romulan's side holding onto his bicep firmly.  When the lift doors opened, the Grazerite ushered the elderly Romulan out and off to the side, where he would not have good view of any of the Ops consoles.

Torra had left her Ops station nearly 4 hours ago filling the role of security to escort out the three disgruntled civilian leaders; now she was returning with yet another under her guard - this time a Romulan.  If it wasn't for the fact that she'd met a new friend, she might have thought was a rather bad day.

The Grazerite looked over towards her station and was glad to see that Ensign Nelois was the one that. had been assigned to fill her spot.  From his personnel file, Torra knew he was the most capable Ops officer in her department.  He had more years of experience than she'd been alive!  Civilian experience... but experience nonetheless.

She smiled slight towards him at hearing his call for Commander Garrison.

Torra remained alert while Nira updated Commander Garrison on who their captive was.

Nira choice of words seemed intentionally instigating, especially when she used the term 'so-called' to describe the Romulan's empire.  Nira had struck a nerve with that, to the point that the Romulan reacted and glanced to both Nira and herself with a cold glare.   After a moment Torra noted that the Nira an he had locked eyes; so the Grazerite, at his side gave his arm a slight tug to draw his attention away from the Commander.  "Eyes forward." she ordered firmly.

[Commander Nira Said | Central Facilities >- Ops | Deck One >- Deck One | Romulan Freighter >- Outpost Solaere]

Nira could feel Torra reaching out to her as she jabbed her phaser at Domitian. She was too focused on him to acknowledge Torra's emotions. Now, as she led the old man off, she finally got that attention, and she was feeling guilty. She felt a need to explain, but with the old man around her, she couldn't make her voice heard, and she was sure Torra would be disturbed by a telepathic message.

As they walked, Nira got her chance when she picked up a PADD in passing. As she typed, she said to Torra, "I may need to have you look over these items in regards to the situation here."

She was aware Domitian, cooperative as he was, could hear them; his head did turn a bit back toward them. At the turbolift, Nira finished typing, ordered "Ops," and handed the PADD to Torra with her message:

Torra,

I want to apologize for the behavior I displayed. It's just that I have had dealings with these Praetors and their underlings, especially during Frontier Day. And I apologize if I'm taking a heavy approach to these criminals, if I'm too aggressive. Even if I have not been there at Frontier Day, I feel deep down that I am angry at how badly threatened and vulnerable the Federation has become, and even amidst all this, after all that has happened, to find there's criminal activity and corruption here at Ciden...I may need to explain further in detail later.

On a quicker note, I apologize for not getting you a phaser earlier; T'Kal's crew was in trouble, and Domitian's people could've overheard us. I didn't want to give us away.

On top of that, Nira gave a soft expression of apology at Torra, ensuring the old man wasn't looking at her. Upon arriving at Ops, she took on her more serious on-duty demeanor.

"Commander Garrison," she said to Kinley. "You're not going to believe what we discovered trying to make off with the contraband. This is Domitian, one of the three Praetors of their so-called New Romulan Empire."

Domitian now turned around to look at Nira and Torra. His eyes were hard and cold; Nira would not be surprised if his eyes started shooting icicles or frosty wind.

"And according to him," Nira continued, glaring back at Domitian, locking eye contact, "he's actually here as a crime lord from the Orion Syndicate to fetch his booty."

[Offices]
Kinley really did appreciate the vote of confidence the counselor gave her. After today's events, she really needed it, especially feeling as out of her depth as she did, running as big a place as this was.  "œSounds like a plan.  I won't keep you then. "œ Said Kinley, glad that no one had died today yet, despite everything. She didn't need more paperwork today.  A notification flashed for her; It seemed like she was needed in Main Ops again

[Main Ops]

Going back into the Central hub, she noted that a lot more people had come in while she was in the office. Nodding to the Operations Ensign at the station whose name she hadn't gotten yet, she gave him a nod in thanks for sorting out their already rather full Brig situation as Nira explained the situation with this Romulan who they brought in;  Praetor Domitian.

"œI'm surprised you're here as well, Praetor. It seems like we've got a lot of people here trying to get unclaimed baggage today. "œ She said trying to add a bit of lightness to the situation, keeping an eye on the guy.  "œI will say, I'm disappointed in your decision to go into crime and use our base for stashing your stuff, especially given you are or were a leader for your people for which we are planning on helping."